About the story of a brave man being a potato for a thousand years and then the world was destroyed

The old man opened his eyes suddenly.

Snap.

That was the sound of Liu Ji's feet stepping on the stairs.

The old man took a deep breath and closed his eyes again.

Gently, he played his flute.

The melodious flute sounded, bursts of magic spread, and the soldiers in the entire city received the response at the same time, and the elves in the air responded to his expectations immediately.

A violent storm of elemental attacks hit Liu Ji from 360 degrees, and soldiers like a roaring mountain and tsunami surged towards Liu Ji like a tide.

However, such quantity is so powerless under the crushing weight of quality.

Liu Ji just stepped on the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, and walked to him step by step.

"Are you done with it?" Liu Ji asked.

The old man sighed, took out a biscuit, and asked, "Are you hungry? How about one?"

"Eat it yourself, have a full meal and go on the road," Liu Ji said with a smile.

"Oh, that's not necessary, just come on," the old man said, putting the biscuits back into the basket.

Poof, his chest was pierced again.

When I opened my eyes again, I heard the patter of footsteps on the steps again.

After taking a few breaths, he closed his eyes again.

This time, he didn't hesitate, he just hid his figure and started to run away.

However, just as he took the first step, his chest was penetrated again.

"Hey, isn't it? Isn't it so boring? You just run away without even receiving the guests?"

A frivolous voice came from behind, and the old man sighed softly and said, "Let's do it."

"Oh," Liu Ji responded, "As you wish."

The golden flame ignited again...

The old man opened his eyes again and closed them again...

Again and again, again and again.

Liu Ji's footsteps were getting closer and closer, and he could clearly hear Liu Ji walking up the stairs step by step.

But there was nothing he could do.

Bewitched, oil and salt will not enter.

Fighting, no way to start.

Call for help, but God will not respond.

Escape, there is no way to get to the ground.

No matter what method he changes, no matter how many means he uses, even if he combines every idea at the same time and explores all possibilities as much as possible, no matter how many times, the opponent will always appear suddenly and give him a fatal blow. hit.

Desperate situation...

He has lived so long in this life, except for the day he met Wang, this is the second time he has felt what a desperate situation is.

He clearly knew that the other party was beside him, but he just couldn't find the other party's whereabouts.

He couldn't figure out how the other party bypassed his perception and hid around him, but that's what happened. As long as the other party was willing, he could kill him in the next moment.

Gradually, he became numb.

I couldn't figure out the logic, couldn't find any chance of survival, I just tried over and over again in the remaining time, trying to find any possibility of survival.

At least, let him escape from the tower and gain time to summon the king...

Just once, just once, he...

Snap.

When the old man opened his eyes again, Liu Ji was already standing in front of him.

"What a surprise, I thought you would do something," Liu Ji said indifferently, "You seem very confident? Are you waiting for me?"

The old man looked up at Liu Ji, and then he smiled.

"Cookie, do you want one?" He handed out the cookie in his hand.

"No, you can keep it for yourself," Liu Ji said.

"Really, okay then," the old man said, putting the cookie into his mouth.

It seems that this is the only way...

Last resort...

For the sake of the supreme king!

Snap.

The old man opened his mouth and stared blankly at the smashed cookies in front of him.

"I'm sorry, I suddenly regretted it. You'd better not eat it. As you get older, eating something sweet is bad for your teeth," Liu Ji said indifferently.

The old man stared blankly at his empty right hand, and suddenly, he started to laugh.

His laughter became more and more wild and crazy.

However, the next second, his laughter stopped abruptly.

Liu Ji's right hand instantly pierced his body.

Just like in those countless memories, it pierced him without any hindrance and took out his heart.

The old man fell to his knees dejectedly.

"Hey..." he murmured, "Is my heart black?"

"Ah, it couldn't be darker," Liu Ji said indifferently, "It's extremely disgusting."

"Do you have a dark heart?" the old man asked.

"Sorry, I don't have a heart," Liu Ji said, his body igniting with red-gold flames.

The next moment, the flame also burned from the old man's body.

He roared and fell to the ground, struggling wildly.

This pain has gone through countless times, but this time, it will continue until Liu Ji slowly erases it until there is no trace left.

"Ah, you won so neatly," Tulin's voice sounded from the door, "Sure enough, you have changed a lot."

"Really? I think this guy is just too weak after you sold him all his underwear," Liu Ji said casually.

"No, I should write it too, this guy has some kind of ability that I don't know about," Turin shrugged, "Every time I think he can't win a battle, he always wins it in a weird way. "

"Yeah, probably," Liu Ji said casually, "Anyway, I just think he died quite simply."

"Oh, yes, why?" Tulin touched his chin, his eyes jumping back and forth between Liu Ji and the corpse on the ground.

As expected, he still felt something was wrong.

Although the Eighth King Cavalry's ability determined that he was only good at special operations, and he was very afraid of leaking his own intelligence, his frontal ability was indeed slightly better.

But no matter what, he was also a member of the King Cavalry, and Liu Ji's entire battle...

No, that can't be called a battle. It's better to say that the Eighth King Cavalry died a little too casually, and it felt like he was gone after just a face-to-face encounter.

All along, his impression of the Eighth King Cavalry was that even if there was only a slight chance of a comeback, he would always seize the opportunity to turn the tables in desperation, but this time, he acted like a lamb to be slaughtered, just waiting for the butcher's knife to fall on his neck.

"In other words, there is no chance of survival..." Tulin thought to himself.

That's a bit problematic.

He recognized Liu Ji's fighting ability, but in his impression, battlefield experience and tactical planning have always been Liu Ji's shortcomings. Even if he couldn't win, if Lao Ba tried his best to run, Liu Ji shouldn't be able to stop him.

In fact, he had already made preparations to secretly use the shackles on Lao Ba, but he didn't expect that he didn't use it.

But... this is also good.

If possible, he certainly didn't want to take this risk himself.

While thinking about these things, he gradually noticed that the fire in front of him dimmed.

Looking up, Lao Ba's whole body had disappeared without a trace, completely swallowed by Liu Ji's body.

"Okay, then let's go and see what this so-called artifact is," Liu Ji said, taking a step and walking towards the stairs behind.

Turin touched his chin and did not choose to follow him, but his figure slowly disappeared, and he didn't know where he went.

209. Two-in-one Stealing, we are professional

At the top of the tower, an ancient mirror on a red gold pedestal shone brightly.

Just by looking at it, you can feel that there is a constant flow of energy from the mirror.

Liu Ji walked to the pedestal and reached out to take down the mirror on the pedestal.

In an instant, the lighting of the entire tower dimmed, and the sound of the magic equipment stopped.

"Well, it's you..." Liu Ji looked at the mirror in his hand.

The mirror is called a mirror, but there is no mirror surface. The part that should be the mirror surface is only a piece of ancient frosted. The outer frame is very delicate and pure white. The luster is like some kind of metal, and it is like a warm gem. Although time has left traces of years on it, it still can't cover its dazzling brilliance.

Just holding it in his hand, Liu Ji can feel the vast energy contained in it.

Inexhaustible and inexhaustible.

However, the nature of this energy seems to be very mild. Even if you want to mobilize the energy inside it, you can only do it slowly.

As Turin said, this "artifact" alone seems to have no other use except as an energy source.

Turning his head, Turin was not nearby. At least it seemed that he really wanted Liu Ji to get rid of the Eighth King Rider as he said, and he was not interested in this artifact.

"As a reward, or does he want me to take this thing?" Liu Ji held the mirror in his hand, was silent for a moment, opened the magic space casually, and put the mirror in.

Although the old saying goes that you should not do what the enemy wants you to do, Turin seems to Liu Ji to be more like a person who is neither an enemy nor a friend.

If you are too suspicious, it will be difficult to act. It is better to think simply and judge everything from your own perspective.

Take what you want to take, no matter what happens later, the enemy will be blocked, and the water will be blocked.

After taking the things, Liu Ji walked to the wall of the tower and punched a big hole in the wall.

Looking at the towers below, he flexed his fists.

Next, it was time to practice.

If he wanted to comprehend the power of a higher realm, he would have to find some targets to shoot at.

These towers all over the mountains must be just right.

After all...

When Liu Ji thought of the tyrant's expression when he heard him smash a bunch of his "people", his face turned black like a coal ball, and his mouth couldn't help curling up.

If he could be left with a whole piece of ruins, I really don't know what kind of expression he would show...

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"Miss" looked at the newly added skeleton tree in front of him and took a sip of the tasteless black tea.

This was already the third one.

And this one appeared not long after Liu Ji and Turin left.

He knew Turin's identity, the twelfth king rider, the spy arranged by the tyrant to follow him here.

But he always felt that the guy was not that simple.

Of course, it was not about the fact that he was a traitor, but other aspects, not that simple.

As for this tree...

They seemed to have said that the place they were going to had the Eighth King's Riders.